Naked Lunch

I want to throw up, but for now I hold back I can't express just how I'm feeling, its true You want to grow up, but there's a problem with that There's no where to go for someone who's as stunted as you Its true that I'm disgusted with myself as well My tongue can not be tamed It's on a fire straight from hell I eat the dirt you kick up, and flaw the chord that resonates A gentle word I can not find a way to enunciate You make me, you make me oh so sick Oh so sick You make me, yeah you know you make me Sick, sick, sick I get sicker every day Still your voice, pump your stomach Set the garbage free Oh I know you don't get drunk You just drink socially Your reasons are all invalids, they can't stand up And when you talk I hear the brain cells die So keep your mouth shut I didn't wake up to find myself as a bug I've been one for much longer than I care to recall I'm not a junkie lost in interzone or under the rug I just eat the bug powder then I climb up the wall